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    THE BREAM OF THE GOLDEN CITY .

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    I saw a City in my sleep , of mould Surpassing all in Story celebrate . The buildings all were palaces of gold , The spacious streets stood all at angles straight ; There forms of beauty walked naked quite , Reflected true as in a looking-glass ,

    On pavement all of shining chrysolite . 0 j those fair forms I What pencil may relate The perfect harmony of moulded light ? Their port Imperial ; noble , lofty gait ; Their looks of awful loveliness ; their high And settled air , conception quite surpass . The well of rapture full in every eye , ONE only fount unfailing might supply .

    I saw domes , temples , lull'd in purple light , Of pure and shining gold , and clear as glass ; Broad terraces that lengthened from the sight , Where ransom'd nations clad in white did pass . I saw much more than mortal may endict ; Heard luscious sounds from hidden instrument , Many , and strange , and new ; as only Prophet might

    Divine in trance . I saw those waters bright , And wide , and deep , and clear , of crystal pure , In ducts that cross'd and girt the city round , Where vessels on its ample breast secure , Rode silently along the still profound ; Barges of gold , of ships an armament , That ever to the beckon came , and went I

    This Glorious City had no moon for light , Nor sun to dazzle with oppressive ray ; No interruptive par of day and night , But calm , serene , and lovely changeless day . Those ether-throngs moved on without a sound ; Each face bore impress of Unfading Youth ; On every brow was stamp'd Immortal Truth ; And eac ) i was on spme glorious errand bound .

    The city rose amid bright waters round , And over all a self-sent splendour lay . O I Golden City ! OI thrice Holy Place ! That I should wake from that sweet trance profound To sigh , " whene ' er below is run the race , In such bright company may I be found I " Chiarc / scuro .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Jan. 2, 1837, page unpag, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1827/page/40/